hi again. i know there is a lot of caleb in this chapter but thats only i found out the got most of their wepons from him and i wanted to use that. so enjoy.

dean had barely said a word since john had ound him drowning his sorrows in a glass of beer.

the only upside to this was that dean didn't put up any fuss when jonh lead him out to the impala and it wasn't until they were well out of palo alto that dean decided to share his views on johns parenting.

after a lot of shouting and cursing on deans part he passed out in the back of the impala leaving john alone with his thoughts. which wasn't a good idea because it wasn't long before he started going through the many if's and but's like:

what if he hadn't kicked sam out?

what if he had told dean straight away?

what if he had treied harder to save mary?

deep down he knew that last one wasn't completely true, but right now he was to full of self loathing and pity too care. in his mind he was the one who destroyed his family. taking it in his hands an dtearing it to shreds.

he should have died that night not mary, his family would have been better off without him. he was snapped out of his pity party and brought back to the present by dean snoring loudly in the back seat.

lookig back at what was left of his family he silently swore to keep anything from happening to the one thing he had left.

since waking up in the back of the impala with the mother of all hangovers he barely even took notice of his father.

it was just lke when sam left, dean angry at john and missing his brother whilr joh tried and failed to make conversation. after a few calls to bobby to determin what kind of weapns they would need for the hunt.

they headed caleds for supplies. john was kind of excited. this was the hunt that he had been waiting for for 22 years. but he was also extremely nervous about this hunt, so much could go wrong. and what was he was really scared of was dean would do something really stupid in his quest for revenge.

dean stepped through caleds front door breathing a sigh of relief to be out of johns akward presence. he didn't want to be hunting this thing with his father. he didn't evn want to be any where near his father at the moment.

but he knew that he couldn't do this on his own no matter how much he wanted, so he just had to suck it up and bear it. caled came back from dealing with john a confused look on his face.

"what's up with your dad?"

the glare he got from dean as he handed over his wallet told him not to press the subject.

"what card should i use?"

"doesn't matter."

opening up the wallet caled spotted a folded up photo sticking out of one of the slots.

"hey dean what do you have a picture of another hunter and his...........finace in your wallet?"

"huh?"

dean looked up to see caled holding the picture of sam and jess he had took from the graveside. he knew he shouldn't have took it but it was the only recent photo of his brother he had.

"he's not a hunter. that's sammy."he said pointing him out before gradding the photo off caled and tucking it carefully into his pocket.

"are we done?"

looking around he found that he was alone only to be rejoined by caled moments later squinting at what looked like a log book in his hands.

"do you know a matthew thomsen?"

"no. should i? caled are we done here?"

"when was the last time you saw sam? are you sure he's not hunting again?"

"well it would be a little hardto since he's dead! caleb whats this all about?"

it was only then that he noticed how generally mserable dean looked it tore him apart to see him like this.

"no, it's nothing, forget i said anything."

"so are we done?"

"yeah. look i'm really sorry about sam."

dean could clearly see that caleds mind was else where. making a mental note to ask da if he knew a matthew thomsen later he walked out the door to see an impatient looking john sitting in front of the wheel itching to be off.

'bang''bang'

sam bolted upright hitting his head full force on the shelf over the bed. i mean who puts a shelf over a bed. even for a motel that was stupid.

his pounding head only made worse by tthe shouting next door and the consant traffic out side his window. cursing under his breath he rolled out of bed and grabbed the gun from under his pillow. who ever was at the door either was bad news or had some.

why else would they knock on his door in at three in the opened the door to see an extremely annoyed looking caled.

"hey caled. could this wait till morning im exaust-"

with out even letting him finish caled sprayed him in the face with holy water.

"good morning to you too."

he only muttered it but he knew caled heard him. sam turned back in to his room leaving his the door open as an invitation to follow and plopped down on to his bed.

trying to think of all the reasons why caleb would track down a person he thought was a complete stranger, come to his room in the middle of the night and spray him with holy water. he colud only come up with one possible reason.

"you know don't you?"

damn straight i know! your brother thinks you're dead. i've never seen him so broken. how could you do that to him?"

That hurt. right then sam wanted nothing more than to jump into his car and go find dean. he needed to talk to some one. his whole life had just fallen apart. but all he had left was one thing. revenge. bittersweet revenge that can drive even the best men insane.

but didn't matter he was determined to kill that demon before he went to find dean. he didn't want to crawl back to dean and watch from the side lines as dean does everything for him.

caleb watched in silence as a whole variety of emotions played across sams face from guilt to anger and eventuall a complete blank stoney face that scared him a little.

this was not the same kid he knew that asked to many questions and was always argueing with his father. this was a completely different person hardship and grief written clearly across his face as he stared at caleb dareing him to continue.

"what were you thinking takeing off like that sam? everyone thinks you're dead!"

what happenedwas like a bomb had gone off inside of sam. one minute he was silently glareing at him and next he was in his face yelling at him.

"do you think i wanted to do this to dean? no, i didn't! i wa happy. i was going to get married!then that sonofabitch shows up and ruins my life. AGAIN. i'm going to take down this demon myself. i need to do this alone. this is my fight not deans and i'm not dragging him into it. i powe him that much."

after that he grabbed his bag that he always kept packed so that he could leave at any moment and ran out into the hall leaving a shell-shocked caled alone in the motel room.

hope you liked it and please review!! :) :) oh and for anyone reading wayward son i hope to have the next chap up soon!!